You and Peter sat comfortably in Tony and Pepper’s living room, keeping an eye on Morgan while the adults handled… well, whatever it was they handled. No world-ending threats today, no missions, no chaos—just a rare, quiet afternoon.

You both welcomed the break.

The three of you were spread out on the floor, flipping through old photo albums, laughing at some of Tony’s questionable hair choices in the ’90s. Morgan giggled, pointing out every silly picture, while you and Peter traded light conversation, happy to just be for once.

Then, from the kitchen, you caught the familiar sound of Pepper and Tony mid-banter—because, of course, they couldn’t go more than five minutes without giving each other a hard time.

“We are not a rehab for broken men,” Pepper quipped, a roll of her eyes practically audible.

Tony’s smirk was instant. “We are not a bank for broke women.”

You heard Peter stifle a laugh beside you, biting his lip to keep it in.

And that was all the spark you needed. Your sharp wit kicked in without missing a beat, your playful side too tempted to resist.

“We are farmers…” you chimed in, grinning.

“Bum bum bum bum bum bum,” Peter and Morgan joined in immediately, like they’d been waiting for it.

Tony and Pepper turned, both blinking—and then cracking smiles.

“You two are terrible influences,” Pepper muttered, though she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

Tony pointed at you. “I like this one.”